plz_gtfo_dragon

You know it'll all be back to normal in a few weeks.

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Pssht. Didn't you hear the guy, Arthas?

It's the coming of our vengeance.

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And here my hope was growing weaker with every dawn.

Hm, no, that seems a little too much. Maybe every other dawn.

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And personally I think 'crumbling kingdom' is too strong a phrase at this point? I'd go with, like, 'mild inconvenience'. But what do I know, I'm not a freaking dragon sorcerer of whatever.

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I'd assumed the Admiral was passed out drunk. It would explain the stench of death.

Either way I'm not sure where he's getting his defnition of privelege.

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Probably the same place he's getting the idea that many of us are here seeking salvation.

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I thought he meant the wardens. Maybe the news hasn't reached him that they can leave.

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Kind of applies to them too. Maybe he's ticked his Warden walked out on him. [lol gossiping about my own characters :c]

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Did he?

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He said it, not me. When he wasn't doing the whole 'glowing eyes, dumb voice' bit, I mean.

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He's possessed. There's two of them in there.

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Thank you for telling me this totally unexpected fact that was not at all self-evident, Arthas.

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Oh.

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Well, some people are just mentally ill, I don't know.

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Perhaps for you this should be a time of rejoicing. Without him one of your pathetic suicide attempts should actually take.

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There's no evidence the Death Toll isn't working.

[This is the tone someone would use to quiet a shrieking child in a toy store.]

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I do encourage you to to test that assertion.

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I was just thinking the same thing. Where's your room?

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[HISSSSSS]

That is none of your concern. I reside on the deck at present, if you mean to make good on your threat.

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Your irreverence is meaningless, laugh in the face of death if you will, it comes all the same.

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The deck rusts, ash fills the air, the stench of decay lays across this place like a mantle. I have been here long enough to see floods, ports, and breaches, and one would have to be blind not to see that this is none of those things.

I say that this Admiral is dying, whether you believe it or not.

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Were you not here when the entire Barge just switched off for a week? This is nothing.

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Ah yes, I remember how well that ended as well. The early symptoms of a slow deterioration into this

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My, you're feeling chatty today.

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I have the pleasure of being unobserved at present. It brings out my talkative side.

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I've seen you make appearances from time to time, but Valmont never properly introduced you.

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He wouldn't.

[Dryly:]

I am not answerable to Valmont. I am called Shendu, Demon Sorcerer of Fire, and once ruler of all China.

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And what, pray tell, is the one ruler of China doing sharing a body with Valmont?

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It is not a circumstance of my choosing. My physical form was destroyed, and my spiritual one bound to the first vessel which I entered. Valmont got in the way.

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How unfortunate for the both of you. I've encountered persons that look alike on the ship, more than once, and it's disorienting at best. When strangers share the same body, however, it becomes interesting.

I would never think a more different person could inhabit with another in such close quarters.

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Interesting to you, perhaps. To me, it is tiresome at best, to be burdened by the constant presence of so unworthy an accompaniment.

Necessity is, at times, the mother of ridiculous bedfellows.

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Better ridiculous bedfellows than none at all, in my experience.

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On the contrary, I would much prefer isolation to this enforced alliance.

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I suppose preferences do differ. Not that you have much of the same advantages as others would -- your companion shares your body. Much better to be separated. There's only so many places your own mouth can reach...

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